Ugly girl turns over, mercenary mad concubine

"Mother, you must make the decision for me." With tears in her eyes, Song Meishan clenched her palms as she spoke.

This is her fate, Song Yunxi actually cruelly ruined the face she regarded as life!

No matter what, she couldn't let Song Yunxi go like this, absolutely not!

Half a circle of gauze was covered on her face, Song Meishan desperately grasped the palm of the eldest lady, this time she vowed not to take revenge if she did not take revenge.

The face that Song Meishan cares about the most is also what the lady cares about.

Unprecedented annoyance, the lady's body seemed to be trembling constantly, and her eyes were dark.

The eldest lady turned to look at Chunhua beside the bed, "Go, please come." Her voice was calmer than ever before.

A hint of joy flashed in Song Meishan's eyes, because only she knew that such a mother was really angry, Song Yunxi, this time, you just wait for death without a place to die.

"Do you know what to say?" Chunhua was about to leave Liuyin Pavilion obediently, when the voice of the eldest lady came from behind, Chunhua's footsteps stopped, and a pair of terrified eyes looked at the position of the eldest lady.

"Slave... Slave..." She had never seen such a lady before, and she didn't know how to deal with it, Chunhua froze in place.

The corner of the eldest lady's lips curled up into a sinister smile, "Miss San, you want to cut off the lifeblood of the Xiangfu and ruin the face of the eldest lady." In one sentence, Song Yunxi has already been convicted of irrefutable charges.

Even if Master Xiang wanted to let Song Yunxi go this time, but it was related to the lifeblood of the Xiangfu, she would have to die.

"Mother!" Chunhua left in a hurry, Song Meishan excitedly clenched the palm of the eldest lady.

This thorn in the flesh has been in Xiangfu for too long, and this time it will finally be uprooted.

The eldest lady patted Song Meishan's palm in a reassuring gesture, little bastard, tonight, this lady will definitely order your corpse to be buried in a mass grave.

The prime minister's mansion is in the living room, and today it is extremely guarded. I heard people say that another nobleman is coming to the mansion today.

Ten meters away from the living room, Chunhua was stopped by layers of guards, "Get out of the way, Da Furen has something urgent, let me report to the Prime Minister."

The guards looked at each other in blank dismay, which one is this?

But in this mansion, besides the Prime Minister, the most powerful person is the Da Furen. After careful consideration, the guards made way for Chun Hua.

"Master Xiang." The atmosphere in the living room was pleasant, Chunhua stood in front of the door and lowered her head, so Chunhua didn't even see what kind of distinguished guests were sitting in the living room.

The abrupt voice made Master Song, who was full of smiles, show a hint of displeasure. How did he explain to these servant girls today?

To actually take advantage of this juncture to come to the living room, what a blind dog slave!

"Go down." From the corner of the eye, Qin Zetian glanced at Qin Zetian who was sitting on the side, seeing that he was disturbed, there was no unpleasant expression on his face Song Xiang was relieved, and the stern voice came into Chunhua's ears middle.

This short-sighted slave must be severely punished after today's meeting is over.

"...Master Xiang...the eldest lady has urgent business with you..." Master Xiang, even though it is scary, the eldest lady is not a light-saving lamp.

Thinking of the frightening expression on Da Furen's face when she left Liuyin Pavilion, Chunhua's body couldn't help but tremble, and she dared to speak again.

This dog minion!

Xiang Ye raised his eyebrows, but it was not easy for Qin Zetian to have a seizure.

"Song Xiang, it seems that there is something in the backyard. It's okay. I'm waiting here now. Master Xiang will deal with the matter first." With a kind smile in his eagle eyes and a gentle expression on his face, is this Qin Zetian?

of course not.

The coolness in the depths of the eagle's eyes is constantly dancing.

Thanks to Qin Zetian's sympathy, Song Xiang walked out of the living room in three steps at a time, "What's going on?!"

After leaving the living room, just after turning a corner, Song Xiang stopped, staring at the brazenly offending little girl in front of him with wide eyes, wishing he could skin her off right now.

"Master Xiang, Missy's face is ruined!" Naturally feeling the constant anger from Song Xiang, Chunhua conveyed these words to Song Xiang concisely.

Song Xiang was shocked when he heard this, even the goatee on his chin trembled, his face twitched uncontrollably, "What the hell is going on!"

The question was almost squeezed out from between the teeth, with the meaning of gnashing of teeth.

"Miss San is going to cut off the lifeblood of the Prime Minister's Mansion and ruin the face of the Eldest Miss!" After conveying a complete sentence, the tense string in Song Xiang's heart broke with a "Zheng".

What a beast!Unforgivable!

Song Meishan is the pre-determined candidate for the crown princess, and she has a face. It can be said bluntly that Song Meishan's face is related to the future of the Xiangfu.

And now!Hmph, Song Xiang had a sinister smile on his face, Song Yunxi!

"Come here." Song Xiang's face was ashen, and he stood with his hands behind his back. He greeted, and the guard with a sword knelt down in front of Song Xiang on one knee, "Master Xiang."

"Gather the masters here quickly and wait for the truth to dispatch, and take the archers to set up an ambush in Xiruoyuan. Remember, the truth wants all the archers to prepare poisoned feather arrows!" Slightly squinting his eyes, he made a decision.

Song Yunxi, this time, you must die for me!

In the living room, Qin Yurou kowtowed to the teacup in her hand with a dull expression on her face, yawning over and over again from her mouth, "This old man is really slow."

Qin Yurou raised her small hand to wipe her eyes, and let out a displeased grunt.

Qin Zetian was still sitting on the main seat in the living room, his expression seemed to be the same as when Song Xiang left, but his eagle eyes had completely cooled down.

"His Royal Highness, I'm really sorry." With a little panting, Song Xiang finally appeared in the living room again, and the tea in Qin Zetian's hand was already completely cold.

Raising his eagle eyes, he looked at Song Xiang who was full of apology, "Is the matter in Xiangye's mansion settled?"

He didn't know what happened in Xiangfu, but seeing the anxious face of the maid just now, he felt that things were not that simple.

really.

"His Royal Highness, please forgive the poor hospitality of the old minister. There is a big incident in the backyard, and the old minister will go to deal with it. I am afraid that I will not be able to drink Bi Yachun with His Royal Highness today."

With a voice of regret, Prime Minister Song stretched out his hand, and the servants immediately brought up a white jade box, "These Biyachun are for His Royal Highness, and I hope His Highness will forgive the old minister for the crime of poor hospitality today."

Biyachun is a rare tea that Prime Minister Song obtained with great effort, manpower and material resources. In order to please Qin Zetian, Prime Minister Song invited Qin Zetian to taste it on the first day the tea arrived at the mansion.

It was originally an excellent relationship-building drama, but now it has been ruined because of Song Yunxi.

Qin Zetian's eagle eyes squinted at the white jade box brought up by the servants. The expression in his eyes was like a smile but not a smile. Song Xiang couldn't help but wiped the sweat from his forehead.

After all, he was at fault in this matter first, even if the prince is angry now, he seems to have no choice but to accept it.

Seeing more and more sweat on Song Xiang's forehead, Qin Zetian finally raised the corners of his lips, and looked at Song Xiang's sweaty forehead with eagle eyes with special meaning.

"Whatever Prime Minister Song said, I naturally don't care about it. Since there is something in the mansion, please hurry up and deal with it."

The slender fingers fiddled with the white jade box at hand, and the cold touch was transmitted from the fingers to the palm of the hand.

Qin Zetian's conscious actions made Song Xiang think that Qin Zetian seemed to be in love with this box of Biyachun, and hurriedly left the living room after bowing in a hurry.

"Okay, since Master Xiang has left, I won't stay any longer, and someone will send me out."

Winking at Qin Yurou, Qin Yurou rolled her eyes, with a smile on her face, hugged the white jade box on the table, and walked out of the living room with Qin Zetian.

"Master Xiang!" In Liuyin Pavilion, as soon as the co-transmission came down, the eldest lady threw herself on Song Xiang as if she was crying.

"Master Xiang, you have to decide for Shan'er... woo woo woo..." The sobbing sound made Song Xiang's already irritable mood even more chaotic, and he stretched out his hand to clamp the lady's shoulders, with an anxious look on his face Ask, "Where's Shan'er?"

The biggest delay now is Song Meishan's face, and it is this face that their Prime Minister's residence is relying on now, so they must not be sloppy.

Seeing Song Xiang's anxious expression, the eldest lady raised her finger, and Song Xiang stepped into the Liuyin Pavilion with strides, "Shan'er." As soon as he entered the pavilion, Song Xiang called out anxiously.

The sick person lying on the bed whimpered, "Father! I'm dying!" A voice of grief.

Song Xiang stepped to the window in two steps, looked at Song Meishan's tightly wrapped face, and gasped, "Beast!"

Lifting his foot and turning over the stool beside the couch, Song Xiang's eyes seemed to be able to spew fire at this moment.

The eldest lady walked into the room, glanced at Song Meishan who was lying on the couch, and looked at Song Xiang weeping.

"This Yunxi is becoming more and more lawless now. Just yesterday... just pulled out the concubine's clothes in full view of everyone, and now... now he actually does such a thing again... How can we, mother and daughter, live?" what."

The sound of crying, the words spoken will tremble again, this wicked person!

"Come on!" Master Xiang roared towards the outside of the hall.

"Master Xiang." A dozen or so people followed behind the sword-wielding guards, waiting outside Liuyin Pavilion in unison.

"How is the archer preparing?" Song Xiang was already on the verge of burning with anger, and Song Meishan and the eldest lady, who were looking at each other, showed a look of secret joy on the faces of Song Xiang.

"Reporting to Master Xiang, all the arrangements have been completed." With a respectful response, Prime Minister Song showed a terrifying smile on his face.

"Okay, okay, very good, you just follow the truth and go to the Weak House. This time, the truth must strip that evil person alive with his own hands!"